Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

“Boom——!”

The deafening sound of the wind whirled through the sky.

The earth-shaking tremors swept in circles.

For a moment, Misaka Mikoto and her group, who had already joined the ITEM team and the Crusader troops such as Kamisaki Kaori, were startled, stopped moving, and looked at the epicenter.

In the disaster area in the distance, which was still accompanied by smoke and dust, a huge tornado suddenly rose.

The wind and waves as fierce as white mist came across and hit the girls present, causing a pain on their faces.

But before they could understand whether this was a sign of a better or worse war, the magic power following the tornado answered everything.

The distant and deep breath, just through the aftermath that echoed in the sky and the clouds, was enough to make everyone feel the terrifying oppression as if someone was strangling their throats.

Even Kamisaki Kaori, who had practiced magnetic field power and was already the best among saints in physical fitness, was no exception.

This is a gap beyond what genetic instinct can describe.

People may compare the size with the planets, may have desires for the universe, and even try to use spiritual realms to describe creatures that are higher than them.

And this is the limit of human understanding.

Even if they really encounter an existence that is higher than them,

In addition to using their own feelings, which is a far-fetched concept to express the experience of encountering, the only thing these lives can recognize is the fact that they are suppressed in all directions, nothing more.

That kind of swollen existence, just like that, followed the strong wind and swept across everything in the city invisibly.

And almost at the same moment when the girls felt the pressure, their bodies, which were excited by fear and prepared to fight, suddenly emerged with huge magic power and faint divine light.

From the brain and heart to the limbs, their bodies are strengthened from the inside out.

"Is this... a blessing, or a magnetic field?"

"... Is that sir finally back?"

Kamizaki Kaori smiled slightly, and her eyes, which were originally as cold as stars, became brighter and brighter, and even her aura suddenly increased several times.

The holy marks on her body were like the lustful marks of a succubus, and they began to become extremely hot because they met the user.

In the cornerstone of Roland's other path, one of the incarnations taken from Veleslana had the power to give others blessings. After becoming the god of the Cross, in order to avoid some undesirable situations, Roland also gave the power of blessing to many people he cared about.

Kamiya Kaori, who had the physique of a saint and had had intimate contact with him, was naturally the first experimental subject.

Therefore, the female saint could be sure of the true face behind the existence that suddenly appeared in this violent tornado.

That light that had made her bow down more than once.

The magnificent light of the cross.

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"Huff... As expected of a demon god, I saw a very rare sight."

Roland hugged Shokuhou Misaki's slender waist and smiled at the Shojyou helicopter that was flying into the sky.

Although he had slapped the enemy into a spinning top more than once, he had never seen such a scene because if he couldn't defend against his move, his head would be twisted off his neck directly, and if he could defend against it, his whole body would inevitably lose force.

I'm afraid only a demon god can have the immortality to twist his neck in one direction thousands of times without breaking it after being slapped.

"Lord Roland!"

Shokuhou Misaki's fair face suddenly flushed with surprise, and the light of protection on her body that had been triggered by the Shojyou's attack became more and more shining.

But the girl was not overwhelmed by the fact that she was saved.

She briefly introduced all the data collected in the previous battle while transferring them to Roland's mind.

Shokuhou Misaki knew very well that the Blue Dream Company and her own fate were irrelevant. In fact, the rise and fall of the world was nothing.

As long as Roland could win, everything now was just part of the anchored dream, which could be changed or even saved at any time.

"This guy is the monk, one of the demons who came for you but whose obsession was deviated. Have you finished it? It won't be interrupted because of me..."

"Don't worry, it's already done. I just felt the feeling of this realm a little because I still have time."

Roland shrugged, looking leisurely.

He was not so wasteful to calmly hold a grand ceremony when he knew that there were a group of enemies lurking outside.

After attracting the attention of the demons with a large-scale ceremony, he started the eternal moment again at the moment of the end, and stopped only after he absorbed the power of Aiwas.

If he had not been immersed in the difference between the limited omnipotence of the Star Cup and the pseudo-omnipotence brought by the magnitude of the magnetic field demon, he would have come back earlier.

However, this is also worth it.

After Roland left, the giant black hole that still stood outside the Milky Way showed him that it was enough to make Roland realize the significance of this harvest.

"Feeling..."

Shokuhou Misaki whispered.

Although she wanted to know Roland's current state, she still forced herself to suppress her curiosity with her ability and did not ask too much, lest this meaningless sentence become the key to interfere with the subsequent battle.

But the girl was interrupted by a calm voice when she was halfway through blocking her brain.

"Ten percent."

"Well, what does this mean..."

Shokuhou Misaki looked at Roland with some doubts, and had not yet recovered from these brief words.

"This is my confidence in this war, Xiaoqi. Now I am 100% confident that I will become the final winner."

"Lord Roland!"

"Although being cautious about everything is your strength, this mentality can also become your flaw. Excessive humility is also a kind of arrogance."

Ignoring the girl who was panicking because of her self-destruction, Roland patted her head and turned around to look at the tornado that was spinning slower and slower.

"This old man who was still boasting just now has proven it to you, hasn't he?"

Faced with Roland's unabashed arrogance, Seng Zheng finally stopped spinning.

"Roland, when did you come?"

He greeted him as if nothing had happened.

But after seeing Kamijou Touma and others who had been in decline because of this desperate gap before, they noticed Roland's excited expression when he appeared.

In those cloudy eyes with no dividing line between eyelids and eyeballs, the beating firelight still swayed uncontrollably.

It took me a long time to show off my strength bit by bit, and my efforts to destroy Shen Jing's confidence in conquering demons were all in vain just because of the appearance of one person.

Even though they didn't see the outcome of the battle, this group of people acted like they were sure to win.

It would be fine if they didn't know the power and meaning of the Demon God, but they obviously knew and understood the meaning of the Demon God, but they still believed in Roland's reputation that only spread throughout the world. This was what Seng Zheng was really annoyed about.

You know, he has used the power of God to save sentient beings countless times, but never once has he received such sincere support.

"Arrived a long time ago."

"Well, I see, it's really a trick of fate."

Looking at the calm and composed Roland, Seng Zheng also realized his situation.

"Although I expected this to be a trap carefully laid by you, I didn't expect that the old man who has the least interest in you would be the first... Now I'm in trouble."

The mummy-like old man said this, and then he held his neck with both hands, like wringing out a rag, and restored his neck, which had been curled up to several meters long, like a rotten fruit hanging on a dry branch.

This rough movement would obviously cause secondary damage to the neck, but as a demon who could sit back and watch himself starve to death without changing his expression or even change, he obviously didn't care about the physical damage and pain.

"But... don't worry, I won't waste too much of your time."

The monk was speaking in a hoarse and weird voice like a crow.

"Although you are an unknown factor, you are also the Demon God of the Cross. For you who have also reached the end, I will not waste my words trying to convince you. Between the Demon God and the Demon God, only fighting can decide everything."

"It's an easy-to-understand rule, but...if you really start crying and begging for mercy, begging me to let you go, or saying that you are willing to work for me just for a ticket to another universe, I will be a little distressed. ”

As if he was relieved, Roland patted his chest and showed an innocent and relaxed smile.

"After all, there is the precedent of Othinus, and Buddhism itself has the nature to accept everything. You are an unknown Buddha without a name and responsibilities. If you sincerely want to change the family, it will be really difficult for me. manage."

"If death is replaced by subjugation, then for other demon gods, the value of this power will be greatly reduced."

"Are you still holding on to this idiotic delusion?"

The monk was like a demon, with ferocious killing intent flashing in his dark green pupils.

Roland's teeth chattered under Roland's joking and contemptuous words.

"I am a demon! Even if I am sick now, I am still a real demon. Even now, I am the same as the universe. No matter inside or outside the world, you can't really kill me!"

"That would be true if you had come a few days earlier."

After staring at the irritated monk for a while, Roland seemed to be thinking seriously, holding his chin slightly. "After all, you are a senior who has lived longer than me by who knows how many years. This technique is still somewhat sophisticated. Coupled with the limitations of your numbers, of course I will be helpless."

"But now, that may not be the case, because from the moment you really meet me, doesn't your body not believe this statement?"

"Um?"

Seng Zheng frowned deeply and sneered at this.

"I really don't know what to say. Every demon god is a being who ignores death. Even if he dies hundreds of millions of times, he will not waver in the slightest."

"Even Othinus, who is the most immature in spirit and still has hope, can withstand such an upper limit. Do you think the old man will be afraid of such a threat?"

This is unquestionably true.

When the monk was able to overcome the fear of death when he was a mortal with no power at all, when he said it, it was even more convincing invisibly.

"That's just because you know you won't die, so you forget your fear, because..."

But Roland just raised his head noncommittally, with a playful smile on his face.

"Sengzheng, aren't you sweating?"

"What--"

The monk subconsciously wanted to refute this absurd statement, but when he subconsciously raised his crutch and saw the fact revealed by the traces of moisture deep in his wrist, he was speechless.

Because he was concentrating on staring at Roland to prevent him from making any changes, he had no intention of distracting himself from his situation.

Therefore, after being reminded, Seng Zheng suddenly discovered that the area from the collar of his head to his back was already wet.

More than just sweating.

My family knows their own affairs, and to describe it as dripping with sweat can only be said to be worse than worse.

"Really, am I sweating..."

Seng Zheng's eyes turned cold, he dug the golden sword in his hand deeply into the ground, and then denied this possibility with a hoarse and sharp voice.

"No, this is rain! How can you, who has no advantages other than your background in the outside world, make an old man who has sworn to save all sentient beings sweat?"

"Then this is really a timely rain. The sky is obviously not gloomy, there are not even moist clouds."

Roland glanced at the cloudless sky that had been turned into a cloudless sky by the tornado that had been swept up by Seng Zheng, and the curve of his mouth widened even further.

"Are you sure you're not in a hurry..."

"shut up!"

Before Roland could finish what he said, Seng Zheng interrupted him with the sound of his bones opening and closing violently.

boom--

The ground made of reinforced concrete beneath their feet suddenly rose up, reaching to the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a giant hand that was several kilometers long and indestructible because it was infused with the power of the devil lifted up the entire area around Roland and suddenly closed it, casting a dark shadow.

It seemed as if he was going to crush all the lives that saw his embarrassed expression.

"Don't underestimate me. I'm just a cross-sect demon god. Do you want to talk nonsense about me who is also a demon god who wants to climb to the top? You are just a slightly more troublesome external demon that blocks my path to enlightenment!"

Seng Zheng's gray face was flushed red from the mixture of shock and anger.

He said through gritted teeth in a tone as if he wanted to eat Roland alive.

"You're a naturally evil cross-cult brat. I'm going to destroy the world you cherish with your own hands!"

"Yeah--"

However, even if he felt the power that could crush the galaxy, Roland's scornful voice did not waver at all.

"I would be more generous, as long as you live."

Ding——

After Qingtian's giant hand rose to the distance of the atmosphere, it also stopped moving with a violent trembling sound.

Monk Zheng's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly raised his head.

Above, the scarlet crystalline walls had covered the entire world before I knew it.

What poured out from the gaps in the interlaced lines was the original light that made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, like a world-destroying flood. (End of chapter)